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An other the soul I imagined an organ

filling those cities no longer desolate

as fishermen lift netting I was young

walked along a brook never did sink

a water strider with rocks our father

an other the soul I imagined an organ

like the liver reddish brown secreting

bile but high-ceilinged room enough

for our grief a table & some chairs—

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Copyright © 2016 Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr. All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
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